The music was newblack polished chromeAnd came over the summerlike liquid night.The DJ's took pills to stay awakeand play for seven daysThey went to the studioAnd someone knew himSomeone knew the TV showmanHe came to our homeroom partyand played recordsAnd when he left in the hot noon sunand walked to his carWe saw the chooks had writtenF-you-see-K on his windshieldHe wiped it off with a ragand smiling cooly drove awayHe's rich. Got a big car.

My gang will get youScenes of rape in the arroyoSeduction in cars, abandoned buildingsFights at the food standThe dustthe shoesOpen shirts and raised collarsBright sculptured hair.

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